You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? she begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.” ((How do you respond?))
"When i was younger my family lived near the mountains of the Principality of Reinmarm. My eyes kept scaring people and bringing us problems so my family wanted to flee to another kingdom, but my parents died to a disease and i got separated from my sister during a bandit attack. Finally, I reached the Kingdom of Norland hoping to start a new life but still hoping to get news that my sister was safe and alive."
